Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 10 - The Tormentor

Geoffroy wasn't feeling well. As a matter of fact, he was sick to his stomach. The reason for it was rather obvious – he was supposed to face it all, and everything depended on him. The strange, cold ice sensation surged through him as he recalled the events of the past hour, the moment when shit hit the fan. His hands were still shaking a bit when he made his way home, thinking of what he should do, wondering of the possible outcomes. He wasn't sure if his dad was home – he needed some privacy and place to relax and think. Besides, Geoffroy was a smart boy, he figured out that calling Clotaire will make him feel angry and he struggled, thinking of how he should act when calling him. Should he be mad or sad? Should he beg Clotaire for deleting video or perhaps threat him instead? A lot of thoughts filled the boy's young mind, he was lost in thoughts, and he did not notice when he found himself sitting on his bed, in his room, holding a mobile.

The green call button seemed scary like never before. Like a pact with the devil. Geoffroy knew that a single call may cause some unpredictable events, which will affect both him and Nicolas. But the blond-haired, handsome kid was worried about his boyfriend – after all, it was Nicolas's privacy, which was violated. He sighed and closed his eyes, biting on his lip. “Perhaps I should speak with my dad first?” He asked himself and an obvious answer appeared in his head. “And explain him all the things that happened in the past week. And he will call Nicolas's parents. No, never.” Geoffroy took a deep breath and pressed the button. He had no plan.

“Yeah?” Clotaire's voice ringed in Geoffroy's ear. It seemed that his classmate was happy.

“H-Hey, I was wondering...” Geoffroy blurted out and paused. To say the truth, he hoped that Clotaire will be the first to blackmail him, allowing Geoffroy to respond in any way. Was Clotaire even expecting that call? Or was he clueless?

“Yeah?”

“Can we meet today? The faster the better.” Geoffroy suggested, trying to sound calm.

“Yes, we can. Why not? I wasn't quite expecting you..” Clotaire paused for a second. Thinking. “I will be there in one hour. Fine?”

“See you.”

Gasping loudly Geoffroy rested down on his bed. Now, things turned to worse, a lot of not-pleasant scenarios crossed his mind, he struggled with this thoughts once more, trying to imagine what will come next. After all, he realized that it will be better to face Clotaire instead of talking to him on the phone. Sure, Geoffroy hoped that his classmate won't be really difficult to bribe. Walking over to his hidden money stash the blond-haired kid checked for the content. A few banknotes, slightly over one thousand, gathered over years made him feel hopeful – he was ready to give them all to Clotaire if that meant no more troubles. Well, for boys their age this was an impressive amount of money.

Checking once more if his dad was home the handsome boy walked into the kitchen to grab some tasty, expensive sweets. Sharing them with Clotaire seemed like a good idea and a good way to start a conversation. Geoffroy could not imagine that someone could refuse his generous offer. Especially a teenage boy like Clotaire. His plan needed to work! In under just a few minutes, he was back in his room and looked at the clock. It seemed that the time stopped – the overwhelming panic ruled over him. Grabbing his mobile phone Geoffroy tried to call Nicolas but his friend wasn't answering, which was also unusual.

“Crazy, fucking Mondays.” He whispered, hoping that swearing will make him feel better, hiding his face in his hands. “Fuck! Pussy! Cunt! Dick!”

Then he had a short nap, he tried to relax, calm his mind, but the intrusive thoughts kept returning like the worst nightmare. Waking up the five minutes before the meeting Geoffroy rushed to the front door and started walking impatiently next to them, waiting for the bell to ring. Another five minutes of the torment came to an end eventually. Looking at his reflection in the mirror Geoffroy took a deep breath, trying to smile and act casually, but the outcome was rather poor. Within a few seconds, he opened the door and looked at the familiar boy standing outside.

“Hi. I wasn't here in ages! Nice place, Geoffroy!” Clotaire exclaimed, walking inside, looking at the stairs in front of him.

Obviously, Clotaire was truly astonished by the size of the mansion, the furniture, and decorations inside. But all the sets of paintings or sculptures made him not as delighted as seeing the greatest treasure this building was hiding – the cute Geoffroy. The boy smiled and followed his classmate as they walked through the halls. Of course, he could not help but stare at Geoffroy's round butt. It looked so perfect! Besides, he took his chances, he wasn't sure why Geoffroy invited him over. He wasn't hoping for any happy ending now, knowing that the boy he admired was in love with someone else. Still, a little spark of hope flickered in his heart. Clotaire was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he noticed that Geoffroy was nervous. His classmate's hands were shaking a bit, some sweat gathered on the boy's forehead. Soon, everything was revealed as they walked into Geoffroy's room and sat on the chairs, next to the bed, facing each other. Geoffroy bit his lip and broke the silence, eventually.

“So, I guess you know why I wanted to meet with you?”

“Nooope!” Clotaire stated jokingly, grinning, looking directly into Geoffroy's eyes. Then it struck him, he realized that for the first time in years he was alone with him, sitting in the same room, with nobody around. It seemed unreal.

“Y-you know about us. Me and Nick...” Geoffroy was surprised how hard it was for him to confess. He had to take a deep breath before continuing. The smirk on Clotaire's face was truly annoying. “Y-you transferred a certain video from my phone this morning. We know about it.”

“Ah, yeah.” Clotaire's eyes narrowed. Well, now he felt like a winner - he knew that sooner or later he will get an opportunity to blackmail both boys but it happened way faster than he expected. “I have it. I was wondering if I should share this news with everyone.” Smiling, he observed Geoffroy's face which turned pale.

“I wanted to ask you to delete it.” Geoffroy stated hard, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the money. “It's one thousand of...”

“I don't need your money. You sure have a lot of them.” Clotaire interrupted him, getting up from the chair and stepped closer to the window, leaving upset Geoffroy behind him. Oh, Clotaire knew what he wanted, but this situation made him feel like a super villain, he had the power, he could destroy Geoffroy's perfect world so easily. With a single click. It wasn't any of his fault, he was just using the opportunity to achieve his dreams, nothing wrong with it. “It's just... want to watch this video with me?” He proposed.

“No, thanks.” Geoffroy answered, feeling angry now. “What do you want from us?”

“It was recorded here, right?” Clotaire pointed his finger to the floor, next to the bed. “Right there Nicolas was spreading his legs and showing you his immature prick, heh?”

The wave of rage surged through Geoffroy, everything turned to worse within a second, he could barely control his emotions. The only thing Geoffroy wanted was to come closer to his classmate and smack him across the face, or even push him out of the window. His voice was weak when he answered, but Clotaire was also able to sense that his beloved classmate was getting more and more annoyed.

“Oh, don't be so mad at me. I would much more prefer you to stay calm in the next minutes if you don't want me to share the video with our class. I bet everyone would love to bully Nicolas. Perhaps he would commit a suicide. Who knows.” Clotaire explained and winked at the sitting boy, who was frozen in tracks.

“What do you want?” Geoffroy asked again.

“Our deal will be a simple one.” Clotaire paused, not believing that he was about to confess his biggest dream. “I want you to strip in front of me and allow me to record it, every bit of it. Once I got your little jewels recorded I will delete Nicolas's clip.”

“Wait, and what is the chance, that you won't blackmail me with that one?” Geoffroy asked, standing up. His rage faded as the heat filled his body. The blond-haired boy wasn't sure if he understood his classmate correctly. It seemed not possible at first.

“Well, I guess you will never know until you try.” Clotaire stated, a vicious grin appeared on his face. “So? I think that sending the video to our teachers...”

“I will do it.” Geoffroy interrupted him with a silent whisper, hanging his head low, his hands turned into fists.

“Excuse me? I wasn't able to catch that!”

“I will strip in front of you!” Geoffroy stated louder, swallowing hard, staring directly into Clotaire's eyes. He grabbed the top button of his shirt, unbuttoning it fast.

“No, wait, wait, wait!” Clotaire stated, shaking his head. “I don't want you to feel forced into it. Smile a bit and go slow. Just like Nicolas did.” Clotaire smirked, grabbing the chair. placing it in front of Geoffroy, getting ready for the show. He turned on his camera and started recording. His heart was beating like crazy.

Faking his smile Geoffroy placed his hands on his neck, grabbing his shirt. Unbuttoning two buttons he revealed part of his chest. Trying to ignore Clotaire he let out a quiet sigh, sensing that the lump in his throat was getting bigger. Of course, Geoffroy could say that his classmate was visibly excited about the whole thing. The stripping boy expected some nasty comments but Clotaire was silently waiting for rest of the show to come. After a minute or two the blond-haired handsome kid exposed the rest of his smooth, hairless chest and turned his back, sliding the shirt down, letting it fall onto the floor.

“Come a bit closer now” His classmate's voice echoed in the silent room.

Obeying the command Geoffroy was now standing a few steps away from Clotaire, who took his chance to zoom in the camera to record every single part of the boy's chest. His perfect nipples, smooth, cute navel, Geoffroy's belly and arms. Oh, Clotaire adored his friend's body, he loved every little bump and sweet spot covering it. Another command followed shortly after, he asked Geoffroy to raise his arms – the tormentor was surprised by how easy this went so far. “Geoffroy is mine, all mine.” He thought, feeling quite aroused already and his own erection was hard, reminding him that he should jerk off. Looking at the blond-haired boy's armpits he wondered what were Geoffroy's limits. Would the poor boy do everything to save Nicolas? Or not really, giving Clotaire a proof that their relationship wasn't any love but a simple “friends with benefits” thing.

“Alright, off with your pants now. Slowly.”

The red light of the camera, pointed directly at him made Geoffroy weak. He was just a puppet- his own will was no more, as he began to unfasten his jeans quickly. Strangely enough, the handsome kid wasn't even blushing or feeling ashamed – some exotic feelings filled his body, he was simply nervous. Swinging his hips from side to side Geoffroy caused his pants to drop down as well. His underwear and socks were the only parts of clothing covering his godlike body. No sign of erection, just a bulge visible in front of his briefs.

“Oh, you know. I see you in your underwear every Monday. We better keep going.” Clotaire suggested, looking up and down, feeling that his arousal was peaking. A naked boy in front of him, a real one. Not an ordinary boy, but Geoffroy. His obsession, his love, his prey. “Bent over, show me some of this nice butt.”

Bending over slightly, spreading his legs Geoffroy was on all fours now, sticking his buttocks up and wiggling them to the camera. The cold air brushed against his skin, covering it with the goosebumps right away. And for some reason, the ice cold sensation in his stomach was even stronger, unbearable. He shivered and Clotaire noticed that right away. Another smug crossed his face.

“Oh, should we warm up?” Clotaire asked quizzically, biting his lip. “Nicolas was much better at stripping, showing off his goods. You know what I mean, right? Come on, lower your underwear a bit, throw me your socks. Let's start the fun.”

“Nicolas was...” Geoffroy stated but never finished the sentence, he tried to defend his boyfriend instinctively. Grabbing his underpants the boy lowered them just by a few centimeters, enough for Clotaire to see the very top of the valley between his soft cheeks. The stripping boy reached behind to pull his socks off, one at the time and threw them to the older boy right away, obeying all the orders.

Adoration. This was what Clotaire felt, as he looked at soft butt being exposed in front of him, he checked once more if his camera was really recording and zoomed in, paying attention to every detail. It seemed so soft, so delicate, he wanted to squeeze it, to place his face right next to it, to lick it slowly and suck on the skin. Grasping Geoffroy's socks he hid them in his pocket for later use. This was his first trophy, just a beginning. Obviously, Geoffroy's crack wasn't the only thing on display. When the stripping boy turned his front to his tormentor they both noticed that the pubic mound was also exposed.

“Oh, so you grow them. Good.” Clotaire commented, looking at the hair surrounding the base of Geoffroy's member, he felt rather happy about it. Oh yes! He expected Geoffroy to be more developed than Nicolas. Looking at Nicolas's almost prepubescent cock Clotaire was feeling like some old, dirty pedophile. Here, on the other hand, he was seeing the miracle, a true wonder of nature. A fine path of pubic hair covering Geoffroy's abdomen. And once again, he wished to touch him and kiss him right there.

“Yeah, I do.” Geoffroy replied nervously. “Do you?”

“Of course. Unlike the petit boy you are meeting with. Really, what do you like about him? He looks like a little kid. Do you like little kids, pervert?” Clotaire asked, waiting for an answer, but he received none. “Tell me. Now. Or...”

“Stop fucking blackmailing me!” Geoffroy exclaimed, a single tear appeared in his eye. He was getting weaker with every moment. The boy sniffed and continued. “I-I love how innocent and cute he is. I can't explain it, I just love him as a person. That's all!”

“Ah, bullshit. I feel like you just took advantage of him because you are a dirty pervert. And you enjoy sucking little, hairless pricks.” Clotaire explained, smiling viciously. His eyes were cold, full of anger and lust. “Now, get on the bed and hand me your underwear, slut.”

Without a single word, Geoffroy rested down on the bed, raised his legs and slid down his underwear. Quickly covering his genitals with one hand, grabbing the briefs with the second one he gulped loudly. His face reddened, his eyes started watering, he was humiliated, broken, exposed. A single cry escaped his throat as he handed his underwear to his tormentor.

“Hands off.” Clotaire ordered shortly and waited patiently for Geoffroy to overcome his sudden shame.

Seeing Geoffroy's body all tensed up and shaky was a pleasant experience to Clotaire. Everything happened so fast, the bold and brave Geoffroy was in mess, sweating badly, fearing for his future. And Clotaire? He remained hard, feeling like a master of death and life. The blond-haired boy raised his hands slowly, moving both of them up his chest, revealing the sweetest and softest member in between his legs. Clotaire felt that his heart was about to explode. Finally! His dreams were coming true, the object of his adoration and desires was in front of him, naked. And what's more important, the boy's penis looked just like he imagined. Uncut, average size, resting on top of two soft testicles covered by a few thick hair. Not to mention the perfect, puckered foreskin covering the reddened glans. The little Geoffroy truly had the godlike body.

“Part your legs a little wider. Oh, good! “Clotaire snarled, fighting his urges. He wished to abuse Geoffroy right there, a lot of evil thoughts filled his mind as he kept staring at his classmate's most intimate place. “So, was Nicolas playing with your dick?”

“Yes.” Geoffroy answered shortly, hanging his head low, looking at the floor.

“Was he sucking you?” Clotaire asked again.

“Yeah! He was sucking me. Enough, please!” Geoffroy pleaded. His mind was racing, he wasn't able to predict what will happen next. Clotaire was a big one mystery for him, he never expected that his classmate will mock and humiliate him. They were friends for years now, after all. And of course, he wanted it to end as soon as possible.

“No. Show me your asshole.” Clotaire requested and walked closer to the boy to get a better view.

Getting on all fours again Geoffroy pushed his butt up to the ceiling and parted his legs slightly. His biggest secrets were revealed, he was broken, defenseless, allowing Clotaire to record his shameless pose. The pink, puckered hole in the middle of the crack was all wet and clenched, his soft penis dangling below. Geoffroy pressed his head into the pillow, sniffing again, holding back the tears of shame. Clotaire was taking the photos as well, adoring the moment, taking his time to capture the moment of his triumph.

“So, I don't think he was fucking you yet, right? With his small, pathetic dickie.” Clotaire mocked him and smirked, moving his camera closer to the exposed, tight hole. He watched it clenching over and over, waiting for an answer, but there was a short pause before Geoffroy groaned angrily.

“Can you stop asking about Nick?” The blond-haired boy asked and turned his head around to look at Clotaire. His classmate was standing just right before him, all aroused, with the visible bulge in his pants. He looked like a predator who was about to attack, he seemed strong, full of lust and determination. For one brief second Geoffroy thought that Clotaire will abuse him.

“My friends on the internet said that you are the most fuckable boy they have ever seen. It's hard to disagree, your ass is so nice. Damn. So smooth. Do you often fuck yourself with fingers?” Clotaire kept his interrogation going, inhaling on Geoffroy's scent, his eyes narrowed once again.

“I don't.” Geoffroy answered. It was a little lie, but his tormentor couldn't prove it.

“Last one. Can you jizz yet?”

“Yes, yes I can. So what?” The handsome boy answered shortly, looking at the clock, biting his lip. His father was supposed to be home in just twenty minutes. He needed to end it as soon as possible.

“Wank for me.” Clotaire commanded, smiled and added. “With fingers up your ass.” He looked at the boy as if he wanted to penetrate his soul. And then he shared yet another idea with Geoffroy. “And cum on your face. Paint it white.”

“You are messed up, Clotaire.” Geoffroy whispered, grabbing his soft penis. Retracting the foreskin he began moving his hand up and down, hoping to get an erection as soon as possible. One of the fingers went inside his mouth, he wanted to lubricate it enough and make penetration easier.

“Pull your legs up a little higher, behind your head.” Clotaire advised, enjoying the show. Oh, he wanted to record Geoffroy in the wildest position he was able to imagine.

Obviously, Geoffroy's anal ring responded once the helpless boy touched it. Massaging it he closed his eyes to avoid any distraction, he tried not to think about his classmate, focusing on his own emotions. His fingers were slowly pulling the pink walls of the anus apart, but the muscles remained still clenched when he tried to push his finger inside. The success was on his side anyway – all the little pleasures he was experiencing caused him to get an erection. Hearing the sound of Clotaire's camera he figured out that the boy was taking another picture.

“Gotta admit, you know how to play with your cunt. Ain't it your first time?” The tormentor asked, not able to hide his excitement.

As soon as Geoffroy closed his eyes, Clotaire started massaging his own bulge as well. Staring at the beautiful boy in front of him made him reach the climax in a few seconds. His knees were shaking, a low grunt escaped his mouth as the sticky, fresh cum soaked his pants. Through his half-closed eyes, he watched as Geoffroy's fingers went into his own mouth again. Two of them lined up in front of the sensitive anus and the boy forced them inside, past the first part of the muscles. The blond-haired teenager's second hand was doing the thing teenage boys do best, it was moving furiously up and down his erected penis. A soft moan could be heard as he pressed his fingers even harder, penetrating himself fully. Geoffroy started seeking for his prostate and touched it with the fingertips.

Both boys were in the heat, the flames of lust dancing in their eyes. Clotaire's erection was still rock hard despite his recent orgasm. He watched Geoffroy's fingers with amazement. They were fully inside the tight hole, going in and out. Imagining how it would feel to penetrate the boy by himself Clotaire struggled with his thoughts. Would Geoffroy obey his command only to protect the little Nicolas? How would the cute, blond-haired boy react if he heard one of the following orders? “And now let me fuck you in the ass, slut!”, “Suck my cock!”, ”Swallow my load!”. “Small steps Clotaire.” The teenager reminded himself. “Small steps.”. The hole was clenching again as the fingers retracted only to push inside again steady, pulling apart all muscles in the way. Clotaire noticed that Geoffroy's penis was wet, leaking some of the pre-cum onto boy's hand, allowing smoother movements.

“Remember to pull your legs higher when you are close. So your dick will be above your face.” Clotaire instructed him, but received no response. His classmate was busy, breathing heavier and heavier every second, moaning occasionally as his fingers poked his own, sensitive prostate.

Moving like a shadow, Clotaire walked closer to his victim and sat on the bed. Geoffroy's body was right next to his. The tormentor sensed the thing he wasn't able to feel before. The smell of Geoffroy's body – truly wonderful, an unusual mixture of pheromones and sweat. Or was it also the smell of sex or semen? He inhaled deeply and rested in between Geoffroy's legs, looking at boy masturbating and penetrating himself just ten centimeters before him. The blond-haired kid's head which was now all red, still wet from tears. The poor boy was trembling and panted as more and more pre-cum leaked down his abdomen, bringing him closer to his orgasm.

“I'm barely able to keep myself from sucking him off. It looks so tasty. Would he even protest?” Clotaire thought, sensing that he was drooling. The purple, wet glans at top of Geoffroy's pulsating erection was a clear sign. The final scene of the film was about to be recorded – the one with Geoffroy coming all over himself.

It happened so fast, his arousal peaked, but Geoffroy controlled his body, managing to open his eyes, raising his legs higher, obeying his classmate's command. The only thing he saw was Clotaire's face and his own penis trembling just a few centimeters above his lips. A short grunt filled the room when he realized that he was not able to delay the orgasm anymore. Feeling dirty, seeing camera light recording him Geoffroy kept stroking his length, noticing that Clotaire took another photo. One second later the young teenager was on the edge, shooting his warm, fresh load all over his handsome face. The first rope of cum landed directly on his lips parted lips, leaking inside. The second one splattered against his nose, the next ones on the right cheek.

Still feeling all dizzy Geoffroy rested his exhausted body on the bed, allowing Clotaire to see him in all glory. A few late drops of semen leaked from his still hard, twitching penis down the shaft, glistening in the sun. While his orgasm wasn't as strong as the ones caused by Nicolas, it still made him feel amazing and guilty at the same time. Geoffroy reached for the paper towels, but Clotaire stopped him. Another vicious grin on his face.

“Hey, steady. Smile. Stick your tongue out, yeah, perfect.” The young tormentor pleaded, and pointed the camera right at the boy's face. “Just imagine that I'm Nicolas. If this will make you feel better.” Saying that he took another few shots of Geoffroy's cum covered face.

“Are you gay?” Geoffroy asked, frowning at his classmate. He wasn't really curious, but the answer seemed rather obvious to him.

“Who said that I am?” Clotaire shook his head. “Now look, here's Nicolas's video. See?” The teenager pressed the delete button and removed it from his mobile. “We're even now.”

“Will you leave now?” The naked boy started dressing up slowly. “Where is my underwear?”

“Here.” Clotaire answered and reached into his pocket. “Feel free to wipe your cum in it. All of it. Yeah.”

Handing the boxer-briefs to Geoffroy he grinned, checking if the boy will obey his command anyway. To his surprise the blond-haired kid pressed the soft cloth against his face, moving it to all the sides as if he was using a towel. Then, without a word, he handed it back to the older boy, who immediately looked at wet spot covering the front of the fabric. Another dream came true for him.

“Have a nice day. I know where the door is. Don't bother your nice naked ass.” His classmate said mockingly, winking at him, walking out of the room.

“Fuck you.” Geoffroy murmured in a weak voice, but nobody was able to hear him. “Fuck you!”

Before getting back to the bed, hoping to clear the mess Geoffroy grabbed a fresh pair of the underwear and tried to call Nicolas. Once again, he received no answer, his boyfriend was not able to pick up the phone. He wished to share the news, to tell that he achieved the thing he wanted – he managed to convince Clotaire to delete the video. However, the price was really high – he was more than sure that his classmate will try to blackmail him in the future, perhaps tomorrow. The situation seemed so stalemated, and he couldn't think of a possible solution. Everything was so complicated and he was just a little boy – a little boy that paid a high price.

***

If Monday morning was cold then the evening was even colder. A bad day indeed. The afternoon nap Geoffroy took made him forget about everything that happened earlier. The boy was exhausted, barely alive, lost in the world of dreams. Waking up in his own bed, in his own home, surrounded by his relatives Geoffroy felt safe. A strange warmness came over his body as he felt someone's hand on his check. Someone was in the room, sitting on the right side of the bed. Someone familiar. Was it Nick? His little Nick? Opening his eyes Geoffroy stared at the man sitting next to him.

“Hello, Geoffroy!” Charles stated with a smile, looking at him. “I was just checking on you.”

“Oh, dad. What time is it?” Geoffroy yawned, looking sleepily around the room. It seemed to him that hours passed since his meeting with Clotaire. His clothes were no longer on the floor and the sun was almost hidden behind the horizon.

“Well, a bit late. You were sleeping for like three years.” Charles answered, keeping a dead serious face, caressing the boy's cheek.

“What?” Geoffroy exclaimed, astonished, his face expressed complete shock. His dad laughed and turned away head.

“Dinner is almost ready. Get dressed and let's eat. I would like to discuss one thing with you.” The man stated, looking at the clock, nodding his head and left the room.

Sighing, Geoffroy rubbed his naked chest looking for a sign of hair to make sure that his father was really joking. But no, even his armpits were hairless. He quickly discovered that he was the same twelve years old boy. The boy with a bunch of not so ordinary problems. Before dressing up he grabbed the mobile phone and checked for possible missing calls, but there were none. It was the first time in several days when Nicolas seemed to not answer at all, and Geoffroy started to worry. He decided to send him a short message and ask if everything was alright. After all, he left Nicolas in quite a miserable state. “Poor guy.” Geoffroy thought, thinking of his boyfriend.

As he started dressing up he noticed that his socks were missing. It took him a moment to recall what happened to them – Clotaire was more than eager to steal them. “Right, Clotaire. He's a weirdo, but I always liked him. Silly, but funny.” Geoffroy looked at his reflection in the mirror, a grimace crossed his face. No wonder his dad was a bit worried, wanting to wake him up. His hair was a complete mess and he looked rather tired, some dried up tears were still visible on his cheeks. Deciding not to take the shower and just eat the dinner with his dad Geoffroy walked out of his room. No guests were invited for the meal, Geoffroy could show up naked and nobody would complain. The boy was happy that his father was no strict about the house rules.

And the dinner was excellent, like always. Pissaladière, a simple, yet tasty dish both of them liked. Onions, olives, anchovies, the extra thick dough. Some called it the French answer to the pizza, they were not wrong. Charles was grabbing the second portion of it, when he noticed that Geoffroy wasn't really in the mood. A parent's thing - he was able to tell that something was off. His son was simply devastated.

“What is going on, Geoffroy? Any troubles at the school?” The man asked, using his normal, soft tone, hoping to cheer his kid up.

Raising his head Geoffroy faked a quick smile - he wasn't able to describe his own feelings. His brain was full of them, mixing with some random thoughts. The teen years were indeed an emotional roller coaster. Geoffroy was both depressed and happy, going up and down, up and down, his mood changing rapidly. And what's worse his father expected a rather clear answer.

“It's nothing dad. I'm just tired.” Geoffroy mumbled, trying not to yawn again.

“But the weekend was fine, I think?” The man asked, locking his eyes on his son. “I mean, Nick seemed a rather happy here with you.”

“Yes, Nick is always happy. He is a great friend. You know? Oh, we weren't able to see you this morning. You left early. He wanted to thank you for everything.” Geoffroy explained, his voice was now all excited as he started talking about his boyfriend. “I love spending time with him. B-but you could stop with all the dad jokes. They were not funny.”

“What jokes?” Charles asked, wondering what his son meant. Of course, he liked to joke and mock his son, because he knew that his son won't take it seriously.

“Telling me that every part of my body will be short forever If I don't sleep.” The young boy reminded him.

“Ah, but...” His dad paused, smirking. “Nicolas was laughing. That was a really good one. Plus, it's true, really. Totally not a joke.” The man explained, winking at his son.

“Yeah, so you wanted to discuss something with me?” The young teen changed the subject of their conversation, as he didn't want to argue with his parent.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that I do care about you. I want to explain a few things that may happen when...” A single ring tone interrupted him as Geoffroy's mobile started vibrating. Quickly glancing down the table Geoffroy noticed that Nicolas was calling him. He wanted to answer the phone right there but then he remembered that he was just about to discuss some matters with his father.

“Dad, I was waiting for Nick to call. It's really important, I think.” The boy stated, making a sad face, wiggling on the chair impatiently. “Can we speak tomorrow's morning or a bit later, please?”

“Feel free to go. I will come to your room later just to say goodnight.” Charles nodded and watched as his son left the room.

Of course, the man wondered what was so important, but he wasn't really disappointed with Geoffroy's behavior. It seemed normal, especially for a growing kid. Lately, he noticed that his and Geoffroy's relationship was getting a bit distant, but it was his own fault. After all, he did not confront his son about the fact that he caught both young boys in the act. Perhaps he was scared to see Geoffroy's reaction, or he was not ready for the truth. Everything happened so fast – and Geoffroy was slowly drifting away, living his own life, ignoring his old man. No longer a kid, but a young man. A young, lost man.

“Nick, can you hear me?” Geoffroy's loud voice filled the whole room as the young teen called his boyfriend again.

“Yeah. How are the things?” Nicolas asked. His voice was weak, perhaps a little sad. Nicolas sounded like a little, lost puppy, seeking for a new home.

“Can we meet on the webcams like a few days ago? I would like to see you.” The blond-haired boy pleaded. Hoping to see Nicolas again in a few minutes Geoffroy wished to tell him of everything that happened. A quiet whimper answered him.

“Dad took my laptop. T-they... He...” Nicolas paused. “He found out that I was watching that damn film with you.”

“Shit! Nick, I'm sorry! Really, it seems I'm really good at fucking things up. He just took your laptop away and grounded you?” Geoffroy asked another question, trying to comfort his friend.

“He spanked my ass, till I couldn't take it anymore. I-I was begging him to stop. “Nicolas's voice was shaking as if he was about to burst into tears again. “A-and grounded me for like forever.” Nicolas was now sobbing silently, sniffing. Geoffroy felt the rage filled him, rage and the sense of guilt. He was so far the big troublemaker in Nicolas's life.

“Nick, please forgive me! You will be fine tomorrow. Believe me or not but my father spanked me as well. Years ago, but he did. Your dad really cares about you. Believe me.” Geoffroy paused, unsure if he should tell Nicolas about Clotaire.

“I hate him.”

“Nick, don't say that. Listen to me, please. Screw this shit. I don't feel like going to the school tomorrow. I will come to your house in the morning. And then instead of going to the school, we will spend some time together. I promise to buy you an ice cream, the big one. And I will give you the finest kiss massage all over your poor back.” The blond-haired kid suggested and then added, smiling to himself. “I will tell you of what happened today. Good news, the video is no longer on Clotaire's phone. I saw him deleting it.” He cheered, hoping to make Nicolas happy. It worked.

“Whoa, really?” Nicolas's voice brightened up. The boy was smiling for the first time during their conversation. “What did you give him?”

“I will tell you later. What do you think of tomorrow?”

“My parents would kill me if I skipped school. Or my dad, I think my mom would be fine with it.” Nicolas explained.

“Don't worry, we will be signed up on all the attendance lists. They won't know. My dad will call the school.” Geoffroy reassured his friend. “I promised the ice cream and butt massage, what else do you want?” The boy asked curiously, using his seductive tone.

“To have you next to me. Forever and ever. My hero.” Nicolas smirked. For some reason, his voice sounded rather sad.